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who’s just had two great orgasms, feeling
     her man’s hot jism seeping out her cunt lips and down her leg.
    Then I threw my coat over my shoulders, picked up my bag, and lazily left the theater, the grinding motion of my hips and
     my thighs rubbing together, giving me chills of pleasure.
    Ted caught up with me at the car and fumbled with his keys, trying to apologize or something. I just kissed him gently, then
     took him home and made him fuck me once more. (I never brought up his sister again.)

Porn Queen for a Day
    BY M ARCY S HEINER
    I left the last class of the semester and headed for my car. It was a hundred degrees in the shade, and the car had been sitting
     in the sun for two hours—I couldn’t even touch the steering wheel. I decided that I’d worry about it later. For now I’d drop
     in on my lover Ron, who lived just a few blocks from campus.
    Ron’s a shrink who specializes in sex—that is, he helps people, mostly couples, figure out how to improve their sex life.
     He’s so good at his work that he’s become a hot ticket at seminars and conventions, where he’s often asked to deliver speeches
     to students or doctors. In fact, Ron has been the inspiration for my returning to school to study the very same subject.
    Ron had told me the night before that he’d hired Laurie, a mutual friend who was starting out as a photographer, to take professional
     photos of him that he could use when sending out promotional materials or—hopefully soon—on the jacket of his first book.
     When I arrived at his apartment, he told me that Laurie had just called andasked him to make their appointment a bit earlier—she’d be there in half an hour. He was frantically trying to choose a shirt,
     tie, and jacket to wear for the shoot.
    In the stifling heat, Ron wore only a pair of khaki shorts and sandals. I sat on the bed, admiring his tanned muscles and
     hairy chest as he tried on various shirts and jackets. When he finally decided on a blue shirt, navy jacket, and maroon tie,
     he turned from the mirror and asked me what I thought.
    Well, I thought he looked pretty funny in a cute, sexy way, with his formal upper attire over bare legs and sandals. I couldn’t
     help but laugh.
    “What?” he asked, confused and hurt. One of the things I love about Ron is his vulnerability—he doesn’t hide his insecurities
     from me. But I felt terrible that he’d misinterpreted my laughter and immediately put my arms around him.
    “I’m just laughing because you look so cute half in a suit and half naked.”
    Relieved, he joked, “Which part do you like better?”
    “The naked part, of course.”
    Like magnets, our pelvises came together. I felt his member swell beneath his shorts.
    “Do we have time for a quickie?” I whispered.
    “I don’t think so—Laurie said she’d be right over, and that was ten minutes ago.” His cock grew bigger even as he tried to
     dissuade me.
    Without wasting another second, I fell to my knees, unzipped his fly, and released it from its bondage. Ron gasped with pleasure
     as I took his swollen organ into my mouth and began slavering it with my long, wet tongue. I glanced sideways in the mirror
     and had to suppress another giggle at the sight: Ron in his suit and tie with hishard-on bulging from his shorts and filling my hungry mouth.
    I closed my eyes and began sucking in earnest, hoping Ron would come before the photographer showed up. Indeed, within seconds
     his cock grew to its fullest size and throbbed expectantly in my mouth. The salty tang of precome teased my tongue. But just
     as I was inwardly gloating that this would be the shortest blowjob on record, the doorbell rang. Ron let out an anguished
     groan; I jumped to my feet. Red-faced, he stuffed his meat back into his shorts and answered the door.
    Laurie, a petite brunette, wore only a pair of white Danskin shorts and a pink halter top, showing plenty of her smooth, dark
     skin. Her thick curls were massed atop her head,